Pain

The pain,

It hit me hard.

The rain,

No, it doesn't wash away the scars.

The days,

They were once so lovely.

The nights,

Now I'm all alone, so lonely.

The bliss,

It faded soon.

The flowers,

No more do they bloom.

The moon,

No longer seems beautiful.

The stars,

Now they too drown into the gloom.

The love,

It passed by.

The hate,

It made me cry.

Wounds,

The remains are so deep.

No,

I can't help; but weep.

My soul,

It screams so loud;

My heart,

The ache has made it hell proud.

Pain,

Is all I breathe out, breathe in,

Because vain,

Have gone all efforts I put in.